Travis Tritt Album

(Catesby Jones/Dennis Lord)

I took a double take out on the interstate
When I saw her makin' eyes at me
So I followed her down - the clubhouse drive
Past the pool on the 18th green
In the parkin' lot...I said it's mighty hot
Maybe I could buy you a beer
She said I'm glad you asked...but I'll have to pass
Cause only members are allowed in here...and I said

Well I'm a member of a country club
Country music is what I love
I drive an old Ford pick-up truck
I do my drink-in from a dixie cup
Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool
I shoot a mighty mean game of pool
At any honky-tonk roadside pub
I'm a member of a country club

You look so invitin'...thought it might be excitin'
For a woman with a limousine
To go bouncin around...in a beat up truck
With a man...in wore out jeans
It's five o'clock before Friday night
Here's where the fun begins
So don't worry 'bout your reputation
Cause you can tell all your friends

Well I'm a member of a country club
Country music is what I love
I drive an old Ford pick-up truck
I do my drink-in from a dixie cup
Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool
I shoot a mighty mean game of pool
At any honky-tonk roadside pub
I'm a member of a country club

Well I'm a member of a country club
Country music is what I love
I drive an old Ford pick-up truck
I do my drink-in from a dixie cup
Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool
I shoot a mighty mean game of pool
At any honky-tonk roadside pub

(Stewart Harris/Jill Colucci)

Bobby played his guitar on the hard side of town
Where it's hard for a poor boy to find the money
He had dedication, he had the heart and soul
Somehow knew he was born to play

They said get a real job support your family
Cause there's no future on the road your takin'
But he never said a word, the dreamer just kept on
Late at night you could hear him sing

I'm gonna be somebody, one of these days I'm gonna break these chains
I'm gonna be somebody, someday, you can bet your hard earned dollar I will

Bobby played his hometown, one full moon August night
He heard a voice out in the front row
It's a sandy-haired Texas boy with same ole hungry eyes
Looked up at Bobby and said

I'm gonna be somebody, one of these days I'm gonna break these chains
I'm gonna be somebody, someday, you can bet your hard earned dollar I will

(Travis Tritt)

Well I was raised on country classics
Like Roy Acuff and George Jones
Lord, I loved to hear 'em
But I really got excited 'bout the time I turned 15
That's the first time I heard Waylon and old Bocephus sing
They put some drive in their country that really turned me on

Yeah, put some drive in your country
Keep country drivin' on
When the music gets you movin'
You know that can't be wrong
Every time I hear that outlaw stuff on my car radio
It makes me wanna drive it just as fast as it will go
Put some drive in your country
Let's keep country drivin' on

We played some shows in Atlanta on Sunday afternoons
The gigs were packed and I was nervous
Cause I wanted folks to like my tunes
The crowds were full of younger people
They were all about my age
So I turned and told the band just before we walked on stage
Put some drive in your country fellas
We turned those people on

Yeah, put some drive in your country
Keep country drivin' on
When the music gets you dancin'
You know that can't be wrong
See, I made myself a promise when I was just a kid
I'd mix southern rock and country and that's just what I did
Put some drive in your country
Keep country drivin' on

Put some drive in your country
Hey, let's keep country drivin' on
When the music gets you movin'
You know that can't be wrong
I still love old country
I ain't tryin' to put it down
Damn, I miss Duanne Allman
I wish he was still around
Put some drive in the country
Keep country drivin' on

Put some drive in the country

(Travis Tritt/Pat Terry)

Baby close that suitcase you've been packin'
Just sit down and talk to me a while
I know you tried to tell me what was lackin'
But I guess I must have missed it by a mile
Well this time girl I swear to you I'll listen
Help me understand where I went wrong
It's hard to find myself in this position
Prayin' I'll go crazy once your gone

Help me hold on...to what we had
Once our love was strong, it can be again
You said it takes two, to make love last
You were right all along so help me hold on

What have I got do to make it better?
What have I got to do to make you see
That even though I promised you forever
I never knew how hard that would be
I realize I took your love for granted
But I've learned that love worth havin' don't come free
And I'll pay any price it takes to keep you
Satisfied and stayin here with me...

Help me hold on...to what we had
Once our love was strong, it can be again
You said it takes two, to make love last
You were right all along so help me hold on

Help me hold on...to what we had
Once our love was strong, it can be again
You said it takes two, to make love last
You were right all along so help me hold on

You were right all along

(Travis Tritt)

My daddy told me stories about
How this country was when I was just a kid
How people took the time to care
And took a lot of pride in the things they did
And I can't help but wonder
What happened to that spirit
Down through the years
It is something we have forgotten
Or something that we just don't want to hear

It's a sign of the times we're in
When we can't find the time to help a friend
Or show a little more compassion to
The problems in each other's lives
We're more concerned with makin' money
Than stayin' home lovin' our family.
And I wish I could change the things I see
In the signs of the times

If you need to borrow money now
They want to know how many assets you can claim
It's not like it was back years ago
When Grandpa borrowed money simply on his name
And it sure does seem a pity
But a man's word don't count for much here anymore
And I wish I could turn the clock back to
The way my daddy said it was before

It's a sign of the times we're in
When we can't find the time to help a friend
Or show a little more compassion to
The problems in each other's lives
We're more concerned with makin' money
Than stayin' home lovin' our family.
And I wish I could change the things I see
In the signs of the times

It's a sign of the times we're in
When we can't find the time to help a friend
Or show a little more compassion to
The problems in each other's lives
We're more concerned with makin' money
Than stayin' home lovin' our family.
And I wish I could change the things I see
In the signs of the times

And I wish I could change the things I see

(Travis Tritt/Larry Alderman)

Raised a child of farmer folks down in the Southern land
I worked all day in the summer sun 'til my back was leather tan
Now I've been called hillbilly, I've been called a redneck too
But I ain't backwards, dumb or poor, I'm just red, white and blue

Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam
Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb
This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar
We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are

From Richmond to Montgomery
From San Antone to Caroline
There's a brand new spirit sweepin' in
Like wind through Georgia pines

I hold on to some old ways
I ain't scared to try the new
But what it comes to what I change
I'll be the one to choose

Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam
Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb
This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar
We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are

Well the times are a changin'
And the South has come of age
We've put the past behind us

(Zack Turner/Tim Nichols)

You only wanted what money could buy
Any trinket that sparkled would catch your green eyes
I should have known better, but I loved you too much
When you spent all my savings, love was not enough

If I were a drinker, I'd be drunk tonight
And if I were a gambler, Lord I'd bet my last dime
You're out with another, you won't be home
But if I were a rich man, you wouldn't be gone

We used to go dancin' on Saturday night
You shined like a diamond underneath those blue lights
You were a fool's gold, oh but I would soon learn
I'd never make you happy on the money I earn

If I were a drinker, I'd be drunk tonight
And if I were a gambler, Lord I'd bet my last dime
You're out with another, you won't be home
But if I were a rich man, you wouldn't be gone

(Stewart Harris/Jim McBride)

Full moon risin' over Atlanta
And I'm fourteen stories high
Lookin' down on a street full of people
Just like bees in a hive

Lord sometimes I feel like a number
Like somebody lost my name
I just couldn't wait to get here to the city
Now I can't remember why I came

And the road home keeps on gettin' longer
Old friends and yesterdays are further away
And that old home grown feelin's gettin' stronger
Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

Cattails growin' down by the river
So crystal clear in my mind
And there's a song that I still remember
Sung by the wind in the pines

Lord the people ain't never in a hurry
Ain't never bothered by time
They just take their troubles and all of their worries
And hang 'em on the end of a fishin' line

And the road home keeps on gettin' longer
Old friends and yesterdays are further away
And that old home grown feelin's gettin' stronger
Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

And the road home keeps on gettin' longer
Old friends and yesterdays are further away
And that old home grown feelin's gettin' stronger
Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

And the road home keeps on gettin' longer
Old friends and yesterdays are further away
And that old home grown feelin's gettin' stronger
Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

(Travis Tritt/Stewart Harris)

I sit here surrounded by people and lights
Alone with my drink at the bar
You've been here forever, so clear in my mind
I just don't know where you are
I know I'll find you but girl 'til I do
This is my love song for you

Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You'll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms

You might be hundreds or more miles away
Or you might be just down the street
But there'll be a hunger deep in your eyes
That I'll recognize when we meet
It might take hours or it might take years
But this is the song you will hear

Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You'll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn

(Susan Longacre/Jim Photoglo/Russell Smith)

Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin' cinders
And the sound of that old whistle on the wind
I always wondered where the train was going
But I never cared at all where it had been

Yeah the first chance I got, I was gone like a shot
Following that old dream of mine
My only desire was to catch that flyer
And ride it to the end of the line

My life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don't ever look back
So pour on the coal
Let the good times roll
Till the train runs out of track

Full speed ahead no I ain't stoppin' yet
I feel that drivin' wheel down in my soul
I been some places where the train don't stop
Some places where the train don't even go

Yeah some are satisfied just to sit on the side
And watch as the trains roll by
That ain't me, there's too much to see
Gonna roll until the day that I die

My life is like a Dixie Flyer
She don't ever look back
So pour on the coal
Let the good times roll
Till the train runs out of track

Till the train runs out of track